Month: August 2017

@WolfBaginski Bit of the world I grew up in had shuck lanes, corpse roads, the ghosts of planes that never made it back. And cunning. Cunning everywhere.

Bit of the world I grew up in had shuck lanes, corpse roads, the ghosts of planes that never made it back. And cunning. Cunning everywhere.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 8, 2017

@WolfBaginski England repeats itself with a thousand variations, That is very similar to my old spot in the Empty Quarter.

England repeats itself with a thousand variations, That is very similar to my old spot in the Empty Quarter.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 8, 2017

@WolfBaginski The ghost soil remembers long after brick and flesh is gone.

The ghost soil remembers long after brick and flesh is gone.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 8, 2017

@dannybirchall From the A-Z of Hookland influences. https://t.co/6oUqD9AnTx

From the A-Z of Hookland influences. pic.twitter.com/6oUqD9AnTx

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 8, 2017

There is no escape from the ghost soil of place. It haunts us wherever we go. – #CLNolan, BBC radio talk, 1934.

There is no escape from the ghost soil of place. It haunts us wherever we go. – #CLNolan, BBC radio talk, 1934.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017

I finished transcribing the #Hookland dictionary this week, To celebrate here is one of my favourite entries. https://t.co/67gJ8yIpfT

I finished transcribing the #Hookland dictionary this week, To celebrate here is one of my favourite entries. pic.twitter.com/67gJ8yIpfT

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017

The cunning casts long shadow on Hookland. Even those who spit on superstition, hold their tongue on it. – #CLNolan https://t.co/NziJ82MfPL

The cunning casts long shadow on Hookland. Even those who spit on superstition, hold their tongue on it. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/NziJ82MfPL

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017

Hookland as cultural virus. https://t.co/yyebvvetjj

Hookland as cultural virus. https://t.co/yyebvvetjj

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017

The worms that move through the ghost soil have grown fat on a feast of memory and myth. No wonder the blackbirds love them so. – #CLNolan

The worms that move through the ghost soil have grown fat on a feast of memory and myth. No wonder the blackbirds love them so. – #CLNolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017

The King-Under-the-Sea is a most powerful monarch. Drowned souls of all nations bow to him. https://t.co/PeAPuxsBrO

The King-Under-the-Sea is a most powerful monarch. Drowned souls of all nations bow to him. pic.twitter.com/PeAPuxsBrO

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2017